A Letter to My Graduates
As I wrap up another year of teaching, I sit here in reflection of the goings-on in Room 211 this year. With the exception of six seniors, every individual of the class of 2018 spent at least one semester in this classroom. While I came to know a few better than others, this class has been an interesting bunch, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss them, especially my second period AP Literature students who had to put up with me for both semesters. At the end of the year, I have my AP students write three letters: one to their parents (which I mail out two days prior to graduation), one to a high school teacher who has had a positive impact on them (and while I LOVE getting these letters, they do not have to write one to me), and one to their future self, which I will mail out in four years. Since they are now gone, and I won't have to sit in front of them quietly wiping away tears, I would like to share with them, and with you, my letter to the class of 2018.